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Apples & Arsenic	By : Kitteh Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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In a blink, all hell broke loose.
The moment Ciel’s heartrate monitor began beeping so loudly there was a flurry of activity; there was the barest glimmer of ocean blue from beneath the fall of the boy’s lashes, the soft intake of a deeper breath, then Sebastian was pulled back from the bed by a harried nurse, almost dislodging the air tube that fed Ciel oxygen with the hand he’d had cupping the soft, cool cheek, and stumbled back a few steps until the windowsill stopped his path. The nurse was followed by a doctor, both working efficiently and quickly, but blocking Sebastian’s view of the happenings.
Fear gripped him; he had spent three days and nights at Ciel’s bedside, watching the boy sleep, worrying about if he ever got to see those beautiful eyes again, pensive when he figured out Ciel wouldn’t wake up until he was good and ready. Sebastian knew what stress could do to a human body and mind and the boy had had a lot of it over the last week; running away from home, away from his only remaining family member that wanted him dead, having to adjust into an environment he was unfamiliar with. Knowing he’d have to be on his guard for the rest of his life. No matter how kindly they had taken Ciel in, the boy was sure to be distressed.
But this…this was not Ciel’s mind and body resting. The hushed, urgent whispers of the doctor and nurse proved that. The nurse left and returned with a syringe, injecting the IV with the liquid in it.
Little by little, the heart monitor calmed down to its steady beeping. The doctor was still talking, but this time, it wasn’t to the nurse or even Sebastian.
He was talking to Ciel.
Sebastian’s heart missed a beat. Ciel was awake – that meant he had to be better. The doctor smiled down kindly at the boy while the nurse turned to Sebastian. “Mr. Michaelis…” Sebastian stepped forward as if called to attention. “Yes?”
“Your nephew is awake. He will be disoriented for a bit, but he will get much better from now on.” She smiled at him. “He wants to see you.”
They had admitted Ciel under a false name and Sebastian had paid a small sum up front so the hospital wouldn’t ask insurance right away. He had been worrying about that, too, how much longer he could keep under wraps that he held the Phantomhive heir, knowing the country was looking for him all over the place. He’d seen the articles in magazines and newspapers, read the theories what could have happened to him. Of course his aunt would have called the police when she figured out he was missing. They had been lucky so far.
Sebastian let out a relieved breath he hadn’t known he was holding and approached the bed. The nurse stepped aside for him and navy eyes, dark with fatigue, looked up at him. The doctor had removed the nasal tube and the one in his mouth; the corners of Ciel’s mouth were slightly cracked having wrapped around it for so long. His lips were chapped, he was too pale, his hair matted.
He couldn’t have been more beautiful to Sebastian.
Without words, he stepped close to the bed, cupping one cheek, bent down until their foreheads touched. A wave of emotion rolled over him and gripped his heart tightly; for a moment, he could not breathe. Ciel was awake. He was canting his face up against his although his eyes had closed again. Sebastian tried hard not to cry. “You got us all a little worried,” he said softly into the minimal space between them. Ciel’s mouth curved into a faint smile. “Sorry.”
“No,” he protested, cupping Ciel’s face with both hands. “No, don’t be sorry. I should have cared for you better. I never wanted you to get hurt.”
“This isn’t your fault-“ Sebastian’s lips came down on his in a dry, firm press that was all desperation and relief. “I’m never taking my eyes off of you again.”
Ciel was released that afternoon. A nurse had helped him shower although he had insisted on trying alone, but too dizzy still to properly do it by himself and Sebastian had called Joker to have him bring some clothing for the boy as well as pick them up. Ciel was dressed and held between the men as they made their way to the parking lot. “Thank you,” the boy told the both of them sincerely. “No, really, thank you. I know you didn’t have to do this. I’ll reimburse you for the hospital cost.”
Joker smiled indulgently and told him not to worry about it – he didn’t know who Ciel was, after all. Sebastian merely looked down at him thoughtfully. “Are you well enough to go see your notary?” Both of them looked at him – Joker confused, Ciel pensive. “I’m a little nervous,” Ciel admitted, but he nodded. “It’s better to do this right away.” Then he frowned. “Just…where are we, exactly?”
They dropped off Joker at the site the circus used here and took the car to drive to Dover. Straight to the town, it was a matter of twenty minutes by car; less than half an hour in which Ciel twisted the seatbelt in his hands nervously. “I don’t know what to tell him…”
“You’d tell him your story, of course.”
“Yes, but…how? It sounds a little fantastical, if I think about it.”
The notary, a tall, frankly weird man that had long ashwhite hair, a penchant for giggling at inappropriate times and too long fingernails, didn’t seem to think so. Upon dropping his name to the man’s assistant, they were ushered inside the brownstone house and up the stairs to a large study, complete with bookshelves floor to ceiling on all sides, dark wood furniture and a desk that, oddly, reminded Ciel of a coffin the way it was shaped. He was handed a cup of strong tea and a few cookies that were shaped like dogtreats but turned out to be shortbread instead of pet food and rather delicious, and sat in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk. Sebastian sat next to him, a steady, reassuring presence.
“My dear boy!” the Undertaker, as the man had introduced himself as, said jovially as he sat down across from them. “You grew quite a lot, huh? Last time I saw you, you were this tiny little thing. Eyes bigger than the rest of your body.”
“You…know me?”
“Of course I do! I’ve done business with your father in the past. Not so much in the latter years, but before, ah yes, before…we had quite the friendship.” His mouth curved in an odd little smile that made Ciel frown. “My aunt is trying to kill me,” he replied. The Undertaker barked out a laugh. “Hah! Yes, she’d do that, wouldn’t she. Crazy old bat. She still hanging out with that redheaded guy?” Ciel nodded softly and the man chortled and shook his head. “Bad crowd, that is. Bad crowd. I read in the papers you ran away from home.”
“Yes,” Ciel said, curling his fingers around the warm cup and looked down into the amber liquid. “I had to. Our maid overheard her saying something that made her believe I wouldn’t survive the night. My aunt sent her…her friend after me to catch me, but he never did. And then they tried to kill me with an apple scone – I’m allergic.”
“And here you are. Impressive, kid. Really impressive.”
Ciel was a bit surprised, but not unpleasantly. Yes, the man was odd. But he had known his father, had been on friendly terms with him, even if he himself had never heard the man’s name before. He would have thought Angelina would pick another notary to finish this business, but maybe…
“Is there a will?”
The Undertaker blinked at him through his long fringe. “Huh? Oh, one your father made? Of course. Vincent wasn’t an idiot. It’s ironclad, too.” He rustled through one of the large drawers of his desk and pulled out a folder, flipping it open. “Says right here, should anything happen to them, your aunt will be your legal guardian until you turn eighteen, then you inherit the company, the estates, your trust fund. Everything basically. Ann would get a small pension…I say small, but it’s only really tiny in comparison to your portion. She’d live quite comfortably with it, truly. If you died, however…she’s the only living family left, so she’d get all of it.” He shrugged and shoved the folder over so Ciel could take a look. “You a business savvy like your father, kid?”
Ciel sighed. “No…I spent the last three years locked up in a room. I’ll have to finish school.” He slowly flipped the papers inside that folder; his heart clenched painfully when he saw the elegant, curvy signature of his parents on the legal documents. There was even a picture of the three of them in it. Ciel drew his fingertips gently down his mother’s beautiful, smiling face and felt tears burning in the back of his throat. “I…miss them very much.”
Seeing him like this broke Sebastian’s heart a little more. He reached out and stroked the backs of his knuckles down Ciel’s soft cheek, then turned to the man. “Is there anything we can do? His aunt kept him locked up and tried to kill him. Can we call the police on them?”
“Oh, absolutely. Sure,” the Undertaker nodded. “I’d advise it, even. I mean, it would take some weeks to conclude the final evaluation, yes, but until then, Ciel would be safe. He’s of age now, so we can’t put him up with any foster families, but-“
“Can I stay with Sebastian?”
Both men looked at him in surprise. “You’d want to stay with me?” Sebastian asked softly. Ciel gave him a smile. “He took very good care of me,” he told the notary, reaching over to take Sebastian’s hand. Their fingers tangled. “And I still have to work off the debt I owe him, after all. He paid for the hospital visit.” Navy eyes fixed in garnet ones. “I owe him my life.”
The Undertaker snickered. “Oh, you are too much. Look how cute you are. Yes, you can stay with your boyfriend.” Both of them blushed to the tips of their ears. “We’re not- I mean…um…” Sebastian had to laugh and gave the small hand in his a squeeze. “I would absolutely be your boyfriend if you wanted me to.”
**
Sitting in a courtroom was an experience that was completely unreal. Press had been denied access, so the room was almost empty and very quiet. Ciel sat next to his solicitor, a stern looking man that had introduced himself as William T. Spears, who had been an associate of Vincent’s as well. The Undertaker had set them up shortly after Ciel’s visit, when the police had searched the townhouse and the manor and arrested Ann and her pet.
His aunt was glowering at him from across the room, all but chewing her cheek to ribbons as not so say anything wrong. The charges laid against her were horrifying.
Sebastian had been allowed to come and sat in the audience with some of the witnesses, his eyes on Ciel as the charges were laid out against the only living member of his boyfriend’s family.
Unlawful detention. Emotional abuse of a legal ward. Torture. Murder.
The police had found the body of the maid in the manor, still hanging at the wall of the study like a trophy, skin peeled, fingers and toes amputated and stuffed into any bodily orifice one could think of. With a tight throat, Ciel had looked at the less wild pictures and confirmed that this woman had been the one to usher him out of the house that night. No one made the comment that this was probably the reason she’d had to die, but everyone thought it. There had been more bodies, buried deeper. There had been a room that they had found only because someone had forgotten to fully close the hidden door, which the officer on duty had described, in a haunted, tired voice, as the theatre for satanic rituals. A large pentagram on the ground that had been confirmed was painted in human blood, black candles, books on the occult. A cage with two skeletons of human children aged between fourteen and eighteen. Ciel’s blood ran cold. The theory was offered that Ann had been practicing to sacrifice her nephew in a horrific way. The comment her redheaded friend made about the full moon being a very important factor cemented that.
It didn’t seem to Ciel that Grell was all that worried about having to go to jail. He’d face a lesser punishment than Ann because they weren’t able to prove he actually had done anything, so he got off with a few years in prison for knowing what was happening, which he didn’t deny, and not telling anyone about it.
Ann was a different story. Quiet and angry, she eventually snapped at Ciel across the room. “I hate you,” she snarled. “You stupid little bastard. You should never have been born in the first place.” Her mania must have been strong, because she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as if imagining something soothing and pretty. “You would have looked so much prettier dead.”
Ciel was shaken when the trial was over. It was wrapped up rather quickly with everyone confessing and not even denying what they had done; Ann was brought to an institutional prison in which she would spend the rest of her life medicated. They didn’t believe she’d ever rehabilitate. Grell winked at Sebastian and mouthed ‘call me’ when he was taken away in handcuffs. Ciel stepped up beside the tall darkhaired man and was curled close immediately, a kiss dropped onto his head.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Sebastian asked worriedly, rubbing a hand up and down Ciel’s back. The boy nodded, shakily. He’d turned eighteen the day they had visited the notary for the first time and when the crew had found out, they had baked a huge cake and scrounged up presents. Today Ciel was going to tell them the truth and reimburse them. He had been given full control over the company, the funds, the estates and belongings and the title of Earl of Phantomhive that had last belonged to his father. It was a lot to take in. “I’ll be fine,” he replied and smiled up lightly. Sebastian leaned down and kissed him gently. “Let’s go then, you have a party to go to.”
Ciel wasn’t able to fully enjoy the party; having to tell his friends the truth about himself felt like a betrayal. He had lied to them, after all. After today, the circus would have to take the ferry to France; their tour had been delayed a few days because of his trial, something else Ciel felt bad about. He was planning to donate a hefty amount of money to the circus as soon as he got his hands on the bank accounts. He was also planning to turn the Phantomhive manor into a museum. The art and old furniture in it were priceless, and the trial and what Ann had done had spurned myth and scary stories from the locals that connected the family to many serial killers of the past, most noted Jack the Ripper. Ciel didn’t feel bad at all about exploiting that a little; there was no harm in it and it would please the Londoners, who were on fire for scary, dark things.
But he would miss Sebastian terribly.
“It’s just half a year,” he told him…or rather, Doll and Beast, who were hanging onto him in the harbor and hugged him tight enough he had trouble breathing. “Guys, seriously, I will stand right here the moment you return. I promise.”
“Snowy,” Doll wailed. “Are you sure you can’t come along? Please? I need you!”
“Yes,” Beast said. “Betty’s babies need someone to feed them! Just when I got used to you. Life is rough.”
“Oh let the kid breathe,” Peter rolled his eyes as he strolled past, patting Ciel on the back. “I’ll see you in six months.”
One by one, they said their goodbyes and went onto the ferry. Sebastian was last.
“I’ll miss you,” he said, cupping Ciel’s cheek. The boy smiled up at him. “And I’ll miss you. Call me when you get settled for the evening.” Sebastian leaned down to kiss him. “I will.”
**
A lot was done in the half year Ciel could concentrate on his business. The company had done rather well even without guidance from Vincent and he left it in the hands of a very capable man called Agni, who had run it as chairman in the last years. Ciel, always having been a smart kid, finished his A levels with top grades; he’d done nothing but read the past years after all. By the time Sebastian returned to Britain, he was enrolled in university for his business degree and interning for Agni, so he could take over the company eventually. The manor had been cleaned and opened for the public and was a great success. Ciel had gotten his driver’s license, too, something Sebastian had lamented for a long time when he’d told him about it on the phone.
Ciel was beaming as, half a year after seeing them off, his friends returned, hurrying down the ramp so they could tackle-hug him. He had rented two large houses for their winter break so they could relax.
Sebastian was another matter.
When Ciel had proposed to him that he could stay with him in the townhouse, just one street over from the rented ones, Sebastian had been worried first what would happen to the buildings if he didn’t keep his crew under control…but living with Ciel was too good to pass up.
Sebastian was almost asleep already in the bed they shared that evening when Ciel scooted closer and nestled in against his front. “Sebastian.”
“Hmmm?” Ciel smiled and kissed his throat. “I missed you a lot.” One garnet eye cracked open in interest. “Oh?”
“Mhmm.” Soft kisses rained up and down his neck. Then there was a little, playful bite and Sebastian growled, turning them over so he was hovering over the boy, who smiled up at him brightly. “You weren’t tired yet, were you?”
Ciel looked amazing even in nightclothes; Sebastian pushed a hand beneath the soft cotton shirt to feel satiny skin. He leaned down to match up their lips, brushing his own over the soft, plush ones beneath his. Ciel moaned and curled his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, fingers tangling in dark hair. Their kiss became deeper, wetter, and Sebastian shifted so he could comfortably occupy the space between Ciel’s spread thighs.
It didn’t take long for them to lose all clothing. Cocooned in the blanket and comforter, their warm skin grew hotter against one another; Ciel mewled when Sebastian’s mouth found the curve of his neck and kissed and sucked it until the spot was pink, matching the color of his nipples, which the older found next. He kissed and licked the tender nubs until Ciel’s breath hitched and he squirmed beneath him. “Seb- oh…” Ciel’s excitement rubbed up against Sebastian’s flat stomach and the other couldn’t help but smile as he sank down further to lick that, too.
When Ciel was near insensate with pleasure from Sebastian’s mouth and relaxed and wet from his lubed fingers, Sebastian turned him over onto his front. “It’ll be easier this way,” he murmured against the curve of Ciel’s back, a growl in his voice. Ciel was so tiny still that he feared he’d break him if he folded him in half on his back. The boy still whimpered when he came over him and carefully pushed into the snug, upturned ass, but each of his thrusts rubbed Ciel’s cock into the soft sheets beneath them, so pleasure very quickly outpaced the discomfort. “You’re soft,” Sebastian purred against the back of his boyfriend’s neck, fingers grasping the sheets hard on either side of Ciel’s head so he wouldn’t just ram up into the fresh hole. To keep his mind off the need to completely claim the boy hard and fast, he busied himself kissing Ciel’s neck and shoulders.
It was rewarded with a series of mewls that grew into cries as soon as he was fully inside and putting pressure against Ciel’s deep, sweet spot. “You can…oh, god….please, Sebastian, move,” panted the boy, hanging his head until his fringe brushed the mattress. He did move. Sebastian shifted so he had more traction, allowing Ciel to spread his legs wider too, and sped up until he was ploughing that sweet behind and Ciel was moaning loudly, clawing at the sheets. The boy came before him, whimpering and biting his lips, and Sebastian allowed the pulsing of Ciel’s orgasm to pull him over the edge as well.
He rolled over to let Ciel cuddle up to him, watching the pretty face, how his dark eyes were hazy with pleasure, lips bitten pink and plush. “I love you,” he told him tenderly, brushing dark hair from his forehead.
Ciel’s smile was the sun.
“I love you too.”
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